Tomorrow I leave Germany. Not happy at all. Didn’t realise how much I was going to love it. Most people’s favourite countries are Italy, or maybe France or Spain. Me? Germany all the way baby.
I can’t even put my finger on precisely why. Perhaps it’s a number of things – the history, the food, the people, the infrastructure and the architecture. One thing’s certain though – I need to come back to Munich. Preferably during a little party called Oktoberfest.
The walking tour Steph and I went on was interesting, but one fact stood out more than any other. I’ve been saying for months now that Australians are everywhere – however, during Oktoberfest, the Australian government has to set up a temporary embassy in Munich as so many Australians lose their passports. As our guide said, “You’ll see Aussies dancing on tables in leiderhosen, and ten minutes later they’re scratching their heads, saying ‘Now where did I put my pants? With my passport in the back pocket?'”
Munich also has plenty of history. Hitler staged his failed coup in the famous Hofbrauhaus in 1923, and Dachau Concentration Camp is just outside of the city. We went there today, and the site and museum definitely made you think. What was really worrying was that the town of Dachau surrounds the camp – residents went on with their daily lives just metres from a site where at least thirty thousand perished.
I was very lucky indeed as Steph’s dad and brother met us in Munich, so last night I stayed at a hotel, and had a fully paid for mini beer hall crawl, ending at the Hofbrauhaus. We met two old German men who kept us entertained all night, they were locals and therefore had their personal steins under lock and key for whenever they frequented. Which sounded like often.
Oh, the food. So many animals. In only the past few days, I have eaten five different types of sausages, liver, hamburgers (plural), some kind of grey meat, some kind of black meat, pork, German ravioli (whatever that was), saurkraut, lots of potatoes and my body weight in pretzels. And I haven’t even mentioned the beer.
Exept for that now I have a one-litre Hofbrauhaus stein weighing my bag down. The baggage limit for my flight to Dublin tomorrow is fifteen kilograms. I’m not going to be happy if the stein tips me over. It’s going to be a close one.